Here Comes the Rain Again

Well, not quite "again." Rain can be a rare thing in L.A., although it tends to be more frequent in the winter. And even though it's not winter yet, we got our first real dose today. I woke up to the sounds of it beating down--and promptly went back to sleep. There's nothing like sleeping in when it's raining, is there? Fortunately for me, no work today. So I indulged myself and didn't get out of bed until 9 am. Shamefully sloth-like, I know.

The grayness and damp persisted throughout the day. And a bone-chilling cold started seeping in (Keep in mind that "bone-chilling" in L.A. means something quite different than "bone-chilling" in someplace like, say--Michigan or Minnesota. Yes, we're weather wimps here in SoCal...) as what little daylight we got today turned to evening. On a brighter note, a good thing about the rain is that is usually signifies the end of the wildfire season. But the beginning of mudslide season...

Ah, well...